A memory came to me yesterday while having a conversation with a friend about Christmas decorations. I’m willing to bet nearly everyone has a similar memory: Sitting cross legged on the floor and untangling strings of lights from Christmases past. Maybe your memory includes sugarplum smells drifting in from the kitchen, or strains of holiday music played on vinyl that’s become warped over the years, … Continue reading Twinkle Twinkle
If you go out in your back yard in the dark, after it rains (or the sprinkler runs, or it’s just foggy and damp because the humidity in Texas in November decides to stay at a disgusting, muggy 98%… and no, I’m not suffering from any type of seasonal disorder that causes me to eat leftover snack-size Three Musketeers bars by the handful, or maybe … Continue reading PSA
Every time I watch “Titanic”, I keep hoping they miss the iceberg. I mean, I’m really pulling for them. Am I the only one? Continue reading Jack and Rose Colored Glasses
For as long as I can remember, I’ve told my closest friends and family that if I were to ever fall into a coma, the surefire way to bring me out of it would be to blast my favorite rock songs. I even had a list. It got longer as the years went on. Tonight, as I began to fall asleep, I knew there would … Continue reading Bring Me To Life
I can’t sleep. And the moonlight coming through the window is so bright, it beckons me outside. Cold and clear. The moon is full. I wrap up in a blanket and plop down in a lawn chair. I tilt my head to the sky and decide to ask her some questions. After all, she has been around forever. She’s seen me, right? There’s an entire … Continue reading Dear Luna,
Driving through an old town and came upon a “SkateWorld”. Me: Oh!! We should go in! Troy: And? Me: Lace up! Troy: And? Troy: (before I can answer) Break a hip. Me: You suck. Troy: We’re a long way from… Me: An emergency room? Troy: Junior High. Me: -_- Continue reading SkateWorld
Will it help with stress? Maybe. If I add vodka? Probably. Will I prove this theory? Definitely. Continue reading Juice
Tonight at dinner, an older gentleman walked over to our table and put his hand on Troy’s shoulder and began talking to us. He told us of train rides and family stories. At one point, when he asked where we were from and we told him Dallas, he said he had a daughter who lived in Dallas. Then he pointed to a table with … Continue reading Someone’s Dad
Have I mentioned that I’m not a morning person? If I haven’t, then I’m not. If I have, then it’s because I am REALLY not. That being said, I love mornings. Stay with me here. There is a constant tug-of-war going on between my circadian rhythm and my passion for everything morning-related. This morning involved a pre-dawn trip to another city. I grumbled as I … Continue reading Sometimes Morning IS My Jam
Hello butter, my old friend, I’ve come to cook with you again, Because margarine is so nasty, And you really taste fantastic, And the cellulite that was planted on my butt … Still remains. I love the taste of butter. *Kudos to Paul Simon Continue reading The Taste Of Butter
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